You know you’ve got a keeper if they overule every sense of self-preservation.
Letting me overrule her sense of self-preservation is how a girl gets kept.
After all, even the most mundane of cunts looks a little more appealing when she’s helpless. And it’s not just a short-term high… it’s also the satisfaction of teaching something useful.
Because she’ll inevitably open her eyes one morning and realize that she’s been completely in the power of this strange old man for months on end, and… everything’s okay. He’s had the means and imagination to wreck her —personally, professionally, financially, and spiritually— and she’s still whole. She’s completely vulnerable, and somehow secure. The way she should be.
And do you know what you call a broken girl who’s wet and secure?
In love.